Shirley Hawkins Poet Rhyme

My Old Muse Has Buzzed Off

I have lost my old muse.
He's buzzed off, my brain's unused
He left without a bye your leave
With abundant poetry up his sleeve

I am old and in despair.
Without my muse, I'll get nowhere.
Has he left because he could see
I have no poetry left in me.

Perhaps my old muse is tired too.
Of trying to inspire me with something new
To write about with passion and fire
So I could obtain my heart's desire

To scribe a poem that has worth
To be read by many
When I leave this earth
Old girl and muse

I cannot see
A lasting poem for eternity
Never mind, my trusty friend
Keep buzzing around until my end.

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Evelyn Judy Buehler June 25, 2021 at 1:02 PM We all experience an absence of muse sometimes, but patient waiting always brings him back-sometimes when you least expect it. Nicely written, Shirley. Best of wishes, Evelyn :)

Rico Leffanta June 25, 2021 at 11:41 AM I suspect there are millions of spirits wanting to put words in your mouth that dribble out through your pen (or Gershon's keyboard), so when one "muse" takes an hike, another rapidly fills the void; just listen for a different voice . . . . .

L Milton Hankins June 25, 2021 at 8:32 AM Sometimes I feel that way, too, Shirley. Keep putting those words on the page and go where the muse takes you.

Rama Balasubramanian June 24, 2021 at 11:47 PM No poetry is possible without muse. I believe poets have no right to be egoistic. Poetry is God's gift. Enjoyed reading this fun write. Shirley Hawkins June 24, 2021 at 11:58 PM Thank you, Rama.